And comets fall like fire rain across the sky/
With each heavenly falling
Into the new night

I can see the planet smashing/
Violently into our perfect world
People crying
Don’t take it in

Fathers running/
Home from work
To wake their children
It is the end

Rivers flowing once so beautifully/
Now they cease to be
Mountains tall and prosperous/
Are no more

Waking thoughts and superb dreams/
Float into
The Abyss
We are no more.